Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Gratitude

As we prepare for Thanksgiving Day, I cannot help but think about all which we have to be grateful for in the life of Broadneck in the past year. You all have recently learned of my love of picture collages, and so this morning I made one with some of my favorite moments from the past year--things in our church's life for which I am grateful. What else would you include?

As you reflect on what you are thankful for today, a Psalm and a poem to spark your thinking and your prayers. I am grateful for each one of you, beyond description.

Psalm 136
Give thanks to the Lord because God is good.
God’s faithful love lasts forever!
Give thanks to the God of all gods—
God’s faithful love lasts forever.
Give thanks to the Lord of all lords—
God’s faithful love lasts forever.
Give thanks to the only one
who makes great wonders—
God’s faithful love lasts forever.
Give thanks to the one who made the skies with skill—
God’s faithful love lasts forever.
Give thanks to the one who shaped the earth on the water—
God’s faithful love lasts forever.
 Give thanks to the one who made the great lights—
God’s faithful love lasts forever.
 The sun to rule the day—
God’s faithful love lasts forever.
 The moon and the stars to rule the night—
God’s faithful love lasts forever!
 Give thanks to the one who struck down the Egyptians’ oldest offspring—
God’s faithful love lasts forever.
 Give thanks to the one who brought Israel out of there—
God’s faithful love lasts forever.
 With a strong hand and outstretched arm—
God’s faithful love lasts forever!
 Give thanks to the one who split the Reed Sea[a] in two—
God’s faithful love lasts forever.
 Give thanks to the one who brought Israel through—
God’s faithful love lasts forever.
 And tossed Pharaoh and his army into the Reed Sea—
God’s faithful love lasts forever!
 Give thanks to the one who led his people through the desert—
God’s faithful love lasts forever.
 Give thanks to the one who struck down great kings—
God’s faithful love lasts forever.
 And killed powerful kings—
God’s faithful love lasts forever.
 Sihon, the Amorite king—
God’s faithful love lasts forever.
 Og, king of Bashan—
God’s faithful love lasts forever.
  Handing their land over as an inheritance—
God’s faithful love lasts forever.
 As an inheritance to Israel, his servant—
God’s faithful love lasts forever!
God remembered us when we were humiliated—
God’s faithful love lasts forever.
God rescued us from our enemies—
God’s faithful love lasts forever.
God is the one who provides food for all living things—
God’s faithful love lasts forever!
Give thanks to the God of heaven—
God’s faithful love lasts forever!


Gratitude
by Mary Oliver

What did you notice?
The dew snail;
the low-flying sparrow;
the bat, on the wind, in the dark;
big-chested geese, in the V of sleekest performance;
the soft toad, patient in the hot sand;
the sweet-hungry ants;
the uproar of mice in the empty house;
the tin music of the cricket’s body;
the blouse of the goldenrod.
What did you hear?
The thrush greeting the morning;
the little bluebirds in their hot box;
the salty talk of the wren,
then the deep cup of the hour of silence.
What did you admire?
The oaks, letting down their dark and hairy fruit;
the carrot, rising in its elongated waist;
the onion, sheet after sheet, curved inward to the
pale green wand;
at the end of summer the brassy dust, the almost liquid
beauty of the flowers;
then the ferns, scrawned black by the frost.
What astonished you?
The swallows making their dip and turn over the water.
What would you like to see again?
My dog: her energy and exuberance, her willingness,
her language beyond all nimbleness of tongue, her
recklessness, her loyalty, her sweetness, her
sturdy legs, her curled black lip, her snap.
What was most tender?
Queen Anne’s lace, with its parsnip root;
the everlasting in its bonnets of wool;
the kinks and turns of the tupelo’s body;
the tall, blank banks of sand;
the clam, clamped down.
What was most wonderful?
The sea, and its wide shoulders;
the sea and its triangles;
the sea lying back on its long athlete’s spine.
What did you think was happening?
The green breast of the hummingbird;
the eye of the pond;
the wet face of the lily;
the bright, puckered knee of the broken oak;
the red tulip of the fox’s mouth;
the up-swing, the down-pour, the frayed sleeve
of the first snow—
so the gods shake us from our sleep.

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